章節 10: 0010 Whaler's Song
Those who go with the flow will prosper and those who go against it will perish.
At a command, the strong spice workers pressed on, stepping up the stairs on either side of the transom and crowding onto the tiny upper deck, encircling Lorraine and Lek in an arc, surrounding them in a tight circle.
Lorraine pressed her body in the middle of the crowd, poised like a cheetah.
There were eight enemies in front of him, most not as tall as him, but each one stronger than him.
They are not men of the sea, and the winds and waves in the harbor are no more smooth than on land, and this is a positive.
According to the sea cadet's fighting level estimation, it was difficult to have a one-on-eight, especially when there was a Lek behind him who couldn't help, and if he really fought, he might get hurt himself.
But the opponent's lower body is unstable, so it doesn't necessarily have to be injured ...
The key is fast, if you can subtract three in the opening ...
Psst!
Sharp Edge ... into the meat.
Lorraine was thinking about a quick countermeasure when she suddenly felt a coldness in her back center, followed by a huge pain.
He looked down incredulously to see a short tip of a knife poking out of his forehead.
It was a thin, short knife, Lek's ancestral skinning knife, which Lorraine saw several times a day as Lek would use it to peel bacon when the ship was open for dinner.
And now the knife pierced Lorraine ...
Bloodstains stained his shirt, surrounding the tip of the knife, growing wider and wider, looking like a peony in full bloom.
The peony blooms right at the heart.
Lorraine's strength dissipated at once, the longsword in his hand clattering to the ground as he collapsed softly into Lek's arms, his pupils slowly dilating outward.
"Mr. ... Lake ... you ... why ... "
"What are you ... doing with a sword! What are you doing with the sword!" Lek's voice was terrified and shrill, "Didn't you hear what the gentleman said? Those who are obedient will prosper and those who are disobedient will die! Do you want to get me killed!"
He asked while squeezing Lorraine's shoulder and shaking it desperately, causing Lorraine's eyes to go black.
"You're a sailor! What do I need you for, a sailor who puts the captain in danger!"
With a cry of anguish, his arm lashed out, violently lifting Lorraine off the guardrail and throwing him out of the ship with a single bound.
Lorraine fell out helplessly, crashing into the water from a height of five or six meters and sinking into the sea with a plop.
After the splash, only a few faint red circles remained on the surface of the sea turning into ripples, dispersing and drifting away.
Lek fell to his knees softly.
"First ... sir, I know I'm wrong ... I shouldn't ... I have children... . in Plymouth, and I have an eight-year-old son waiting for me ... He's so young, he hasn't learned to nitpick, and he can't feed himself ..."
He cried and laughed at the mob, pointed to the sea, and said in a sharp voice, "I'll kill the unwise boy for you! I'll give you everything! The ship, the money, the goods, they are all yours! I beg you ... to spare ... my life ... I have children ... to spare! ..."
...
A dream, or a memory.
The time would have been five years old, a scene Lorraine had never previously recalled.
Little Lorraine was pushed off the pond.
He was lucky enough to be fished out of the lake before drowning, lying unconscious in the spacious bedroom of the old Drake mansion.
Young Shaq finds the culprits who pushed him overboard and, murderous and sword in hand, goes to the Tavistock Church School to find the two stupid children of the Lord's family a duel.
Arya had rushed back from the Channel Fleet overnight, and as soon as she returned, she sent a note to the Lords:
Dueling is an honor and tradition of the nobility, and no matter which family's child dies, or how many, neither family is allowed to get involved. Otherwise Drake will see it as a declaration of war, two families, no death, no rest.
Suddenly, the children and grandchildren of the evil dragons of the sea have bared their fangs, and because of a shitty prank, Drake's child is going to die ...
Little Lorraine was in pain.
Although he didn't drown in the water, the shock and fear tormented him so much that he began to run a fever and experienced a horrible fever that lasted a full half month.
He was stuck in a nightmare round the whole time, and all his eyes could see was drifting water plants and the cold lake water.
He began to suffocate, his consciousness blurred, and he drifted off into a trance to a blue-colored ocean floor full of shipwrecks.
"Is this ... Ship City, Nootone?"
Lorraine floated blankly in the middle of the sea, watching as tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of shipwrecks ringed out a huge circular city in the center of the sea.
It was built on a white, soft undersea beach, the quartz sand laced with countless golden pearls, which glowed and turned the shipwreck and the sea into day.
There are brightly colored corals and seagrasses dotting the interior and exterior, connecting into lanes and forming a forest.
Lorraine saw a golden lighthouse in the center of the ship city.
Lamp posts at the spires of the towers reflected rainbows, guiding countless shipwrecks that sped and swarmed like swimming fish from the four poles of the sea.
This is a myth that belongs to NOOTON.
In mythology, this place is the tomb of all the ships and sailors of the world, and the paradise to which those at sea aspire for a lifetime.
A wave of clarity rose in Lorraine, "Does Nyold ... live in the lighthouse?"
He swam up toward the lighthouse, swimming as fast as he could, and in a short time he was over the ring of ship towns and all the way to the end of the Rainbow Bridge.
Only, unfortunately, he didn't see Nyold, who was holding the oar.
Through the arches of the lighthouse spire he saw a misty colored light in which images moved, reflecting a richly decorated aristocratic bedroom.
That's ... home.
The image showed tiny Lorraine lying on the familiar iron bed, her eyes closed tightly and her face flushed.
His hair was sticky with sweat, and crimson and ghastly white coexisted on his small face, wrinkled into a ball from the distortion.
Is this ... real out there?
Lorraine doesn't know.
Through the image, he saw young Helena walk into the house, sit down on the edge of the king-size bed, and gently clutch young Lorraine's hand.
"Helena ...," little Lorraine called weakly as she woke up.
Helena's eyes were reflecting little Lorraine's pain, just as Helena herself was experiencing it.
Little Lorraine struggled and confessed, "Helena, York and Little York scolded me and called me a bastard ..."
"We're Vikings." Helena smiled, "Elijah and I had a Viking wedding in Iceland, so you're not a bastard."
"But then they say I'm not a real Viking, that Vikings have blonde hair and I'm black ..."
"We're Vikings."
Helena said it again, then brushed up her wave-like hair and proudly showed it to little Lorraine.
"Our black hair and brown pupils are a gift from our ancestors. For most Vikings are children of Asgard, and our ancestor was Niord, who, though he made Asgard's god of the sea, will always be a god of Warmheim."
"Really?"
"Truly, black hair symbolizes strength. Not only are we Vikings, we are the most honorable group of Vikings, we are whalers."
We're whalers.
[Black curls like the deep sea, brown eyes like oars]
[Our ancestor, Niord, gave us bravery, gave us strength]
[He makes our harpoons shoot a hundred times, and will answer prayers in winter, and raise summer storms on a calm sea.]
[We call the sea our home]
[Can't drown, can't freeze, can hear whales a hundred miles away, transparent lids help us see clearly]
[We lick our wounds and they heal. Just touching the sea gives birth to endless power] ...
"What is this ...?"
"This is the song of the whalers, the dark-haired Vikings have sung it from generation to generation, from father to daughter, from mother to son, and now I pass it on to you."
"Is it true what the lyrics say?"
"Of course it's true." Helena smiled and picked up little Lorraine, rocking her gently, "So sleep, sleep. A little weir can't hurt you. You are a son of the sea, and being in the water will only make you incredibly strong."
"But I ... don't want to sleep ..."
"But I ... don't want to sleep."
"But I ... don't want to sleep!"
Lorraine in Nooton, Lorraine in Helena's arms, and Lorraine in the Black Harbor of Cherbourg all said at the same time.
Dreams Awake ...
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, Lorraine opened her eyes violently, but then she didn't seem to open them fully.
There was a transparent, almost indistinguishable layer of lids right over his eyes, separating the murky waters and giving him a clear view of the bottom of the Atis Beauty floating silently on the dock, and the rows of, to-be-rotten, wooden piles on either side of the dock.
Is this ... Black Harbor?
Lake!
The memory awakens in a flash.
Lorraine shuddered at the bottom of the ocean and tried to surface to save Lek, only to act and immediately feel a sharp pain from his heart.
He spat out a long string of bubbles!
The sea instantly filled his mouth and nose, and he choked and thrashed his arms and legs, and in a moment he was out once more.
Before he passed out, there was only one thought in his head.
Reich, you're just a dumbass!
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